Junkdrawer67 the Gen X blogger from Michigan (he’s a library cataloguer) just summed up pretty much how I feel about the death of David Foster Wallace: “You know, for me, it’s like when Kurt Cobain died,” he wrote in a comment on this blog. He also blogged about Wallace’s death along with Gen X blogger from Florida, Latchkey Man.
I never liked Kurt Cobain much. I understand it all a little better now, though. Wallace’s suicide is the literary equivalent to Cobain’s. He was an absolutely brilliant human being who could string together 10 words in unimaginable ways. He worked magic with language, and with just one or two thoughts revealed, you hung on for more — to find out what disturbing thing inside you he would unearth or stir.
He is gone, now. See the brief post below. If you never had the fortune of being introduced to Wallace’s work while he was alive, you have now found him through his dying. So, I am interested to hear from Black Girl Lost in A Book (Texas) and Popcorn in My Bra (Wisconsin). Were you familiar with Wallace’s work and have you any thoughts about his passing?
I predict Wallace will become better known in death than he was in life.